Pulling my strings
of love life and devotion,
controlling my every move
and exploiting my emotions.
You pull on these strings,
you twist my mind,
smash my dreams,
and silence my cries.
You blinded my eyes, so I can't
see a thing.
Yet still I dance when you tug
on my string.
I will no longer be
your puppet to enjoy.
I'm no longer
your little wooden boy toy
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Author:
notapoet (
Offline) - Published: July 11th, 2026 12:00
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Comments3
A declaration of independence in this poem. Nicely written
Appreciate you taking time to read.
My pleasure
Its reminds me of a bad break up when u have to force yourself to move on. Good write.
Appreciate the comment ad taking time to read.
Very well expressed- time to get out of the stranglehold 👌
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